Page 73 of Brage & Dinah

Chapter 29

Brage chuckled againstDinah's lips. The vibration tickled her, and she pushed at his shoulders until he rolled off her, taking her with him until she could breathe again.

"Did I wear you out?" She propped her head up on her hand and trailed her finger along the tattoo on his chest.

"Exhausted me, babe." He inhaled deeply.

"You were quiet last night when you got back from your ride." She put her head down on his chest. "Everything okay?"

"Mhm." His arm tightened around her. "I've got a lot on my mind."

"Want to talk about it?"

Several seconds went by. Dinah kissed his skin. He wouldn't confide in her if the things that distracted him had to do with club business and she understood and respected his choices. During the time she'd lived at the clubhouse, she had come to realize that it wasn't only a lifestyle he participated in, Slag MC was his family.

For Brage, family meant taking care of all three hundred of the members.

"Okay, if you don't want to talk, I'll talk for you." She flopped onto her back and looked up at the ceiling.

He remained quiet.

She cleared her throat. "How'd work go last night, babe?" Laughing at her imitation of his deep voice, she changed the tone back to normal. "Oh, you know, busy. I made a fool of myself when I hinted that Coco and Lizzy both belonged to Roar and they were involved in a three-some."

The bed shook with Brage's stifled laughter. Encouraged, she glanced at him. He lifted his arm and rested his forearm on his forehead, cutting her off from seeing his face.

"Oh, I didn't tell you about their relationship, babe?" she said deeply, answering for him.

He rolled toward her and wrapped his arms around her, dragging her body onto his. She smiled down into his face. His gaze softened, and she sighed. He was such a beautiful man. All hard edges, perfectly in place.

"You doing all the talking gives me time to do all the fucking." His deep voice much sexier than hers warmed her despite having sex minutes ago.

She wiggled. "Really? You're going to go at it again right now?"

"Ja." He rubbed her hip. "After I take a breather."

She laughed softly. "You're such a stud. I noticed that the first night we met."

"I know you did."

She slapped his chest. "Your ego..."

He fingered the hair out of her eyes. She stared into his blue eyes, amazed that she found him. Or, he found her. However their one-night stand happened, or who made the moves first, she couldn't imagine not knowing him.

"Why hasn't any woman ever snapped you up?" she asked quietly.

His brows shrugged instead of his shoulders. "Don't know what to say to that."

"Have you ever had a serious relationship where you thought it was going to be long term?" Her heart beat faster.

A small part of her didn't want to know about his life before she stepped into it. He was quite a bit older than her and had many more years of experience. But a bigger part of her wanted to know every detail about him.

"I've lived a hard life." He pulled her down and kissed the end of her nose. "I've worked my way up within Slag, and I've never had any desire to give a woman more attention than I could afford to take away from the club."

"You're a player," she stated, reading between the lines.

"Ja. I've probably been called that a time or two."

"There's a lot to be said for one-night stands and keeping things simple." She kissed him quickly and slipped off him. "Are you hungry?"

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